Easier

by Kathleen MacGregor Something’s bothering me. In the dim, cold bathroom this morning, I stubbed my toes as I was rushing between getting dressed and a time that hasn’t happened yet. A time later in the day, the week, the month. Almost immediately, holding my foot, and offering my breath to the pain, to say sorry, I took it as a reminder to come present. Aloud I said, “Thank you. Thank...read more